Pay to Die (Lyrics)

We're young, sporty, healthy Living fast and clean You've got to cut out the rotten bits Society needs hygiene We don't want to see the old and sick Out on the streets so hide them Lock them up in special homes (It's for their own good) Our futurist manifesto Is body-cult and disco Where being sick or weak is a taboo Like when you go to the zoo See people in wheelchairs linger Cripples, spastics, handicapped But it's rude to point with your finger Put them in special homes Feed them lots of valiums Wait for them to waste away The inheritance is worth the pay Their relatives can't wait And already quarrel before the burial